'I have the worst luck with men!"

Gal comes in today, and tells us her boyfriend/husband (not sure which, and she probably isn't either!) died while she was in the hospital, and he had been dead three days before anyone found him. The problem is, he's the third man in her life to die while involved with her. She was saying, "I have the worst luck with men!" This drug-addled, one-tooth-having meth head can't seem to get it through her skull that, yeah when the men you shack up with are meth heads like you, they do tend to die when they...OVERDOSE! She kept on and on about how she had no idea how he died or what caused it, how 'no one knows', etc. This guy was in and out and in and out of jail, he was a drug addict and an alcoholic, and she can't even think of ONE thing that might have caused his end? Well here's a guess: while she was in the hospital, he didn't have to share his meth, so he smoked it ALL BY HIMSELF and overdosed. Ya think?

The last guy died in the middle of the street, high on methadone. She told me today, "They sold his house for $10,000, and had to completely re-do it!" I said, "Yeah that tends to happen to meth labs!" and it went right over her head. She was so high today, I'm sure she couldn't hear anything I said anyway. She usually doesn't. Then she kept on and on and on about her dead husband/boyfriend and how his family didn't like her; she would not shut up. After the fourth or fifth time of hearing how his family didn't like her, I said, "Probably because they think you killed their son!" hoping it would shock her into shutting up or leaving, since she was positively manic up at the counter. WHOOOSH she heard, "Tell me more, I find you fascinating!" and I finally had to leave the counter to get her off me. Ugh.